There are 313 Poems that have a first line beginning with "h"

Hey, diddle, diddle,
"Hey, diddle, diddle,"
By Anonymous

Hickory, dickory, dock,
"Hickory, dickory, dock,"
By Anonymous

Hot-cross buns!
"Hot-cross buns!"
By Anonymous

How can I keep my maidenhead,
"How can I keep my maidenhead"
By Robert Burns

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,"
By Anonymous

Hush little baby, don't say a word,
"Hush little baby, don't say a word,"
By Anonymous

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,
"Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,"
By Anonymous

How awkward when playing with glue
“How awkward when playing with glue”
By Constance Levy

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck ... ”
By Anonymous

High at the window in her cage
A Caged Bird
By Sarah Orne Jewett

His old age fell on years of abundant harvest.
A Felicitous Life
By Czeslaw Milosz

Her words curled before him in spirals.
A Gallup Swill-Hole; Or, Cantina Blues
By Clarence Major

He so spares himself
A Heart Divided
By Pierre Reverdy

Hear me, O God!
A Hymn to God the Father
By Ben Jonson

How will it go, crumbling earthquake, towering inferno, juggernaut, volcano, smashup,
A New Reality Is Better Than a New Movie!
By Amiri Baraka

He had got, finally,
A Poem for Speculative Hipsters
By Amiri Baraka

Heads were rolling down the highway in high slat trucks.
A Pumpkin at New Year’s
By Sandra McPherson

High-hearted Surrey! I do love your ways,
A Salutation
By Louise Imogen Guiney

His Grace! impossible! what dead!
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
By Jonathan Swift

Here’s to the men! Since Adam’s time
A Toast to the Men
By Edgar Albert Guest

he lives in a house with a swimming pool
About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter
By Charles Bukowski

Here is the Figaro. A block away, the old mob neighborhood
About Patti Boyd and Me
By Eleanor Lerman

He comes here
After Frost
By Robert Creeley

HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored water
America Remembers
By Paul Engle

Hopper never painted this, but here
American Solitude
By Grace Schulman

Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands,
Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands
By Edmund Spenser

Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose Naiads long
An Ode on the Popular Superstitions of the Highlands of Scotland, Considered as the Subject of Poetry
By William Collins

He sits at the table, cloudlight of March
An Xmas Murder
By Alfred Corn

Had I remained in innocent security,
Angellica’s Lament
By Aphra Behn

Here a little child I stand
Another Grace for a Child
By Robert Herrick

Heigho! the lark and the owl!
Archy's Song from Charles I (A Widow Bird Sate Mourning)
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

His finger then, now yours
Art of the Haiku
By Irving Feldman

Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
Astrophel and Stella LXXXIV
By Philip Sidney

Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance
Astrophel and Stella XLI
By Philip Sidney

Had I but lived a hundred years ago
At Lulworth Cove a Century Back
By Thomas Hardy

Haze of wave spume towards Small Point,
At Popham Beach
By Thorpe Moeckel

Here is the kingdom of irregulars,
Aunt Madelyn At The White Sale
By Alice Fulton

He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbed
Baby Villon
By Philip Levine

He that had come that morning,
Ballad of John Cable and Three Gentlemen
By W. S. Merwin

He's a giant who turns only barely when passing,
Ballet
By Cesare Pavese

Here,
Beer
By George Arnold

Here’s a seed. Food
Beggar’s Song
By Gregory Orr

Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
Beowulf (Old English version)
By Anonymous

He promises a canary dress, white gloves,
Big City
By Amaud Jamaul Johnson

Here in life, they would understand.
Boundary Issues
By John Ashbery

Hearing the footsteps of thieves
Break In
By Virginia Hamilton Adair

He lives, who last night flopped from a log
Burning
By Galway Kinnell

Heureux ceux qui ont la clim
Canicule Macaronique
By John Fuller

Hef brings me flowers
Carrie Leigh’s Hugh Hefner Haikus
By Lynn Crosbie

Hymen, O Hymen king,
Cassandra
By H. D.

Here's how we were counted:
Census
By Carol Muske-Dukes

Heraldry and all its lovely language;
Chivalric
By Bin Ramke

Her sickness brought me to Connecticut.
Christmas Away from Home
By Jane Kenyon

had no direction to go but up: and this, the shattery road
continental divide
By D.A. Powell

Hamlet noticed them in the shapes of clouds,
Creatures
By Billy Collins

Here, on fine long legs springy as steel,
Daddy Longlegs
By Ted Kooser

Hark how the Mower Damon sung,
Damon the Mower
By Andrew Marvell

His head rose like a torch in a tomb.
Day Room
By Tom Sleigh

He was out of work that year,
Days of 1908
By C. P. Cavafy

Houses, an embassy, the hospital.
Days of 1964
By James Merrill

His clumsy body is a golden fruit
Deaf-Mute in the Pear Tree
By P. K. Page

He is pushing a black Ford
Depression
By Henry Carlile

He that loves a rosy cheek,
Disdain Returned
By Thomas Carew

He has five children, I’m papa
Dropping the euphemism
By Bob Hicok

He was hit back of the head for a haul of $15,
Duke
By Bob Hicok

How strange my lack of faith must seem to you.
During the Service
By Carrie Grabo

Her handlers, dressed in vests and flannel pants,
Electrocuting an Elephant
By George Bradley

Here take my picture; though I bid farewell
Elegy V: His Picture
By John Donne

Here in a bar on the street of the saint
En la Calle San Sebastián
By Martín Espada

Here lies, whom hound did ne’er pursue,
Epitaph on a Hare
By William Cowper

Helen we have read of and
Epithalamion
By David Jones

Have any of you, passers-by,
Eugenia Todd
By Edgar Lee Masters

has been written in mud and butter
Everything Good between Men and Women
By C. D. Wright

How old are you?
Evolution
By Jorie Graham

How much death works,
Eyes Fastened with Pins
By Charles Simic

Here is the grackle, people.
Fable for Blackboard
By George Starbuck

herd on da wind you come back fo me
faithless
By Quraysh Ali Lansana

Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound
Fæsulan Idyl
By Walter Savage Landor

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost

He startled to see a statue of blind
Fish or Like Fish
By Joel Brouwer

Harmonious Powers with Nature work
Floating Island
By Dorothy Wordsworth

How keen the nights were,
Fluteplayers from Finmarken
By Carl Rakosi

Hark, how all the welkin rings,
For Christmas Day
By Charles Wesley

Hark! the herald Angels sing,
For Christmas Day: Hark! the Herald Angels Sing
By Charles Wesley

How shall a generation know its story
For Louis Pasteur
By Edgar Bowers

How time reverses
For My Contemporaries
By J. V. Cunningham

Here is the little earthworm eater,
Frenzy
By Clarence Major

Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Gerontion
By T. S. Eliot

He lives in the barrens, in dying neighborhoods
Gift Horses
By Jack Gilbert

Her e-mail inbox always overflows.
God’s Secretary
By R. S. Gwynn

Hard now to remember those winters, snow scabbing the stones
Greek
By T.R. Hummer

Hurt, hurtful, snake-charmed,
Half an Hour
By Jean Valentine

Hand in hand became a handshake became a bride
Handsel
By Carol Muske-Dukes

Happy as something unimportant
Happy as a Dog’s Tail
By Anna Swir

Happy Birthday, Silly Goose!
Happy Birthday, Silly Goose!
By Clyde Watson

Hard Rock / was / “known not to take no shit
Hard Rock Returns to Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane
By Etheridge Knight

Have you dug the spill
Harlem Sweeties
By Langston Hughes

Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Hatred and Vengeance, My Eternal Portion
By William Cowper

He stopped part way across the field to
He stopped part way across the field to
By Michael Palmer

He was touched or he touched or
He was touched or he touched or
By Marianne Boruch

Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,
Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes
By Anonymous

Hearing your words, and not a word among them
Hearing your words, and not a word among them
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Hearke, hearke, the Larke at Heauens gate sings,
Hearke, Hearke, the Larke at Heauens Gate Sings
By William Shakespeare

He thinks when we die we’ll go to China.
Heaven
By Cathy Song

How can I
Hemachandra’s Grammar 418.1
By Anonymous

His heart is like a boat that sets forth alone
Hephaestus Alone
By Linda Gregg

Her face Her tongue Her wit
Her Face
By Arthur Gorges

Herbert Glerbett, rather round,
Herbert Glerbett
By Jack Prelutsky

here is little Effie’s head
here is little Effie’s head
By E. E. Cummings

Here is the Beehive
Here Is the Beehive
By Anonymous

Hold, memory, a vision out of Greece:
Hexameter
By Brian Culhane

Hello, hello, what to tell you was
Historical Disquisitions
By Philip Whalen

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Home Burial
By Robert Frost

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Hot Sun, Cool Fire
By George Peele

How many times these low feet staggered -
How many times these low feet staggered
By n/a

How many times these low feet staggered —
How many times these low feet staggered
By Emily Dickinson

Harsh, harsh, the maram grass on the salt dune,
How to Accompany the Moon Without Walking
By Conrad Aiken

How wonderful to be understood,
How Wonderful
By Irving Feldman

Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
Huge Vapours Brood above the Clifted Shore
By Charlotte Smith

Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star
Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How the thickest of them erupt just
Hymn to the Comb-Over
By Wesley McNair

Hypocrite women, how seldom we speak
Hypocrite Women
By Denise Levertov

Hardly any of me is solid any more, I mean I buy
Hypothetical Antipodes, Judgment
By Philip Jenks

Hence vain deluding Joys,
Il Penseroso
By John Milton

How fares it with the happy dead?
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 44
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

honey people murder mercy U.S.A.
In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr.
By June Jordan

He didn’t know, King Kleomenis, he didn’t dare—
In Sparta
By C. P. Cavafy

House of five fires, you never raised me.
In The Longhouse, Oneida Museum
By Roberta Hill Whiteman

He saw the iron wings of daybreak struggling
In the Midwest
By Edward Hirsch

He described her mouth as full of ashes.
In the Novel
By Susan Stewart

Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
Incantation
By Czeslaw Milosz

He came back and shot. He shot him. When he came
Incident
By Amiri Baraka

Home’s the place we head for in our sleep.
Indian Boarding School: The Runaways
By Louise Erdrich

Hunted and sung
Indian Chant
By Diane Glancy

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Introduction to the Songs of Experience
By William Blake

He dwelt among “apartments let,”
Jacob
By Phoebe Cary

He does not shout. His voice is a perfume
Jeremiah
By Donald Revell

Hence loathed Melancholy,
L'Allegro
By John Milton

How large was Alexander, father,
Lawyer and Child
By James Whitcomb Riley

her grandmother called her from the playground
Legacies
By Nikki Giovanni

Half the women are asleep on the floor
Lies and Longing
By Linda Gregg

How little we know,
Like a Sentence
By John Ashbery

Huzza! Hodgson, we are going,
Lines to Mr. Hodgson Written on Board the Lisbon Packet
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

he’s only a smart-ass when he’s home
Lothar’s Wife
By Colleen J. McElroy

He claps a hand
Man in the Street or Hand Over Mouth
By Heather McHugh

Hey, ho, they crest the hill—in masks
Masks in Rain
By Carol Muske-Dukes

He crawls to the edge of the foaming creek
Meeting the Mountains
By Gary Snyder

Half of my life is gone, and I have let
Mezzo Cammin
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He manages like somebody carrying a box
Michiko Dead
By Jack Gilbert

How do they survive, riven
Mind | Body
By Gregory Djanikian

His last composed poem, "Over My Head,"
Minor Poet
By Bill Sweeney

He felt the wild beast in him betweenwhiles
Modern Love: IX
By George Meredith

He found her by the ocean’s moaning verge,
Modern Love: XLIX
By George Meredith

Haze. Three student violists boarding
Morningside Heights, July
By William Matthews

How must it be
Moss
By Bruce Guernsey

Han-Shan sits on a flat stone
Music
By George Scarbrough

hey music and
my dream about being white
By Lucille Clifton

He says he doesn’t feel like working today.
My Erotic Double
By John Ashbery

has crawled out of the ocean
N
By Randall Mann

Her hair back from the wide round face
Native Woman
By A. F. Moritz

How frail
Niagara
By Adelaide Crapsey

How like the sky she bends above her child,
Niobe
By Alfred Noyes

How she let her long hair down over her shoulders, making a love cave around her face. Return and return again.
O Best of All Nights, Return and Return Again
By James Laughlin

Happy the man, whose wish and care
Ode on Solitude
By Alexander Pope

Here,
Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
By Pablo Neruda

He was born in Alabama.
of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery
By Gwendolyn Brooks

How Love came in, I do not know,
Of Love
By Robert Herrick

His wife has asthma
Older Love
By Jim Harrison

Hold high the woof, dear friends, that we may see
On a Piece of Tapestry
By George Santayana

Here lies, to each her parents’ ruth,
On My First Daughter
By Ben Jonson

How much grit do you think you’ve got?
On Quitting
By Edgar Albert Guest

How confident I am it is there. Don’t I bring it,
On the Existence of the Soul
By Pattiann Rogers

How easily happiness begins by
Onions
By William Matthews

He called her:   golden dawn
Paris and Helen
By Judy Grahn

Here is your eye. Here are the alleles which give color to your eye, the mixed
Pater Noster
By Catherine Imbriglio

He approaches her, trailing his whole fortune,
Peacock Display
By David Wagoner

Hark! ah, the nightingale—
Philomela
By Matthew Arnold

He can only drink tea now, screwed and filed.
Pink Slip at Tool & Dye
By Dave Smith

How could I have come so far?
Poem
By Thomas McGrath

He reminds me of someone I used to know,
Poem for Christian, My Student
By Gail Mazur

How do we come to be here next to each other
Poem for My Love
By June Jordan

He smelled bad and was red-eyed with the miseries
Portrait from the Infantry
By Alan Dugan

Her body is not so white as
Queen-Anne’s Lace
By William Carlos Williams

Having measured all the edges and seen
Real Estate: Kripplebush, New York
By Marie Ponsot

He did not fall then, blind upon a road,
Recitation
By Scott Cairns

How did the valentines age so fast?
Recycling
By Landis Everson

Having been tenant long to a rich lord,
Redemption
By George Herbert

He had a back office in his older brother’s
Remembering an Account Executive
By Alan Dugan

Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over
Rhode Island
By William Meredith

He was eight when they gave him the felt overcoat—
Robert Underhill’s Present
By Cynthia Macdonald

Hard to picture, but these Goliath trees
Robeson at Rutgers
By Elizabeth Alexander

Here is a symbol in which
Rock and Hawk
By Robinson Jeffers

Here and there
Salt and Pepper
By Samuel Menashe

He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair
Satires of Circumstance in Fifteen Glimpses VIII: In the Study
By Thomas Hardy

Having returned at last and being carefully seated
Scenes of Life at the Capital
By Philip Whalen

He wants to be
Self-Portrait
By Robert Creeley

Horses were turned loose in the child’s sorrow. Black and roan, cantering through snow.
Sequestered Writing
By Carolyn Forché

Has the bright sun set,
Sing a While Longer
By Edwin Markham

Here comes the shadow not looking where it is going,
Sire
By W. S. Merwin

He’s brought me to bear his band. He sits in a corner
Smokers of Paper
By Cesare Pavese

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
Song: How sweet I roam'd from field to field
By William Blake

How wonderful that you have recognized
Sonnet for September 27th
By Jack Prelutsky

Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
Sonnet Reversed
By Rupert Brooke

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Sonnet VII: How soon hath Time, the Subtle Thief of Youth
By John Milton

How like a winter hath my absence been
Sonnet XCVII: How like a Winter hath my Absence been
By William Shakespeare

Her thin cheeks narrowed by November cold
Sonnet XXII: Her thin cheeks narrowed by November cold
By Paul Engle

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sonnets from the Portuguese 43: How do I Love thee? Let me Count the Ways
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Her red dress & hat
South Carolina Morning
By Yusef Komunyakaa

Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,
Statue and Birds
By Louise Bogan

Here is a genial congregation,
Sunday Brunch at the Old Country Buffet
By Anne Caston

Her sense of smell is ten times stronger.
Superhero Pregnant Woman
By Jessy Randall

Here is the place; right over the hill
Telling the Bees
By John Greenleaf Whittier

Here bounds the gaudy, gilded chair,
The Birth-day
By Mary Robinson

How joyful to be together, alone
The Blue Robe
By Wendell Berry

Here, in the half-dark of the sauna,
The Bodies
By Elizabeth Spires

has its little hobbies. The lung
The Body
By Marianne Boruch

Holding only a handful of rushlight
The Cave Painters
By Eamon Grennan

Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land,
The Character of Holland
By Andrew Marvell

Half a league, half a league,
The Charge of the Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

He gossips like my grandmother, this man
The Cleaving
By Li-Young Lee

Here not long enough after the hospital happened
The Closet
By Bill Knott

He loved the quick and hot commencements best:
The Connoisseur of Starts
By Michael C. Blumenthal

How easily our lives could have been easier if our
The Desert of Empire
By Mark Rudman

He could not die when trees were green,
The Dying Child
By John Clare

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
The Eagle
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

How much shall I love her?
The Echo Elf Answers
By Thomas Hardy

Her pencil poised, she's ready to create,
The Education of a Poet
By Leslie Monsour

How to explain my heroic courtesy? I feel
The Elephant
By Dan Chiasson

Home whose names are produced by motion
from The Fatalist: Home whose names are produced by motion
By Lyn Hejinian

Her daughter wrote back to say my friend had died
The Garbo Cloth
By Lucia Perillo

How vainly men themselves amaze
The Garden
By Andrew Marvell

Here, where the world is quiet;
The Garden of Proserpine
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Here is the infant formula plant
The General’s Briefing
By Jane Miller

He knew he was asleep and was dreaming
The Good Night and Good Morning of Federico Garcia Lorca
By David Wagoner

Here comes the wise man in the story of sick times,
The Guru
By A. F. Moritz

He hardly ever used the telephone
The Harriers
By Mary Kinzie

He does not think that I haunt here nightly:
The Haunter
By Thomas Hardy

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
The Heaven of Animals
By James L. Dickey

Here is the House to hold me — cradle of all the race;
The Housewife
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
The Jewish Cemetery at Newport
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
from The Lady of the Lake: Boat Song
By Sir Walter Scott

Here, in our familiar streets, the day
The Last Man
By Eleanor Wilner

His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage,
The Lay for the Troubled Golfer
By Edgar Albert Guest

Here I am saying “The leaves are falling”
The Leaves Are Falling
By Ange Mlinko

He got taken quick. Then he hung around.
The Life and Letters
By Irving Feldman

Highness, the former walls were helpless. They
The Little Walls Before China
By A. F. Moritz

He still manages to paint. At least he shows up at dinner with splotches on his pants and cap, though never, she notices, on his face. His shoulders touch his ears and are curved, like wings, she thinks, his head always about to go under. When she stands behind him in the dinner line she wants to put her head between his blades and pull. She is afraid his heart might crack. He keeps busy, the lover. He walks to the bar in town where he has heard they have fights. He plays pool badly, and loses. Afternoons he tosses a baseball, always only at first base. The one he loves has red hair and is firm. He will not have her, and perhaps he knows this already. Still, at midnight he finds her yellow room and slips under the door. He believes in everything about her. But the best thing is how she fits him: how she lies on top of him like a cat in a bowl.
The lover
By Sina Queyras

How strange it was to hear the furniture being moved around in the apartment upstairs!
The Magic of Numbers
By Kenneth Koch

Here, above,
The Man-Moth
By Elizabeth Bishop

He was running with his friend from town to town.
The Minefield
By Diane Thiel

Have but one God: thy knees were sore
The New Decalogue
By Ambrose Bierce

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The Night Piece, to Julia
By Robert Herrick

He had sustained his share of treacheries
The Orient
By Thomas P. Lynch

How exhilarating it was to march
The Parade
By Billy Collins

hunched over the greasy
The Paris Mouse
By Sandra M. Gilbert

hate the people of this village
The People of the Other Village
By Thomas Lux

High on a bright and sunny bed
The Poppy
By Jane Taylor

Hanging from the beam,
The Portent
By Herman Melville

Her first child belongs to the crows
The Precincts of Moonlight
By David Wojahn

Home they brought her warrior dead:
The Princess: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
from The Rape of Lucrece
By William Shakespeare

Happy those early days, when I
The Retreat
By Henry Vaughan

Hardly a ghost left to talk with. The slavs moved on
The River Now
By Richard F. Hugo

Here,
The Room of My Life
By Anne Sexton

Here or there hundreds of them, phantom-like,
The Runners
By Irving Feldman

Here is the ancient floor,
The Self-Unseeing
By Thomas Hardy

Historians will tell you my uncle
The semantics of flowers on Memorial Day
By Bob Hicok

How long it must have been, the girl’s hair,
The Shampoo (From The Nightingales)
By David Wojahn

Heard you that shriek? It rose
The Slave Mother
By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

He pads on grassy banks behind a fence,
The Snow Leopard
By Jason Gray

How light the heavy world becomes, when with transparent waters
The Song of the Traveller
By Thomas James Merton

How blest the land that counts among
The Statesmen
By Ambrose Bierce

How do you like to go up in a swing,
The Swing
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Hark! ’tis the twanging horn! o’er yonder bridge,
from The Task, Book IV: The Winter Evening
By William Cowper

How should I praise thee, Lord! How should my rhymes
The Temper (I)
By George Herbert

here they come
the trash men
By Charles Bukowski

Humps of shell emerge from dark water.
The Turtle Shrine Near Chittagong
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Heavy hangs the raindrop
The Two Children
By Emily Jane Brontë

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
The Unknown Citizen
By W. H. Auden

He walks past my bedroom window carrying a spade.
The Velocipede
By Michael Longley

Her unawed face, whose pose so long assumed
The Virgin Considered as a Picture
By Edgar Bowers

His body ahead
The Visitation
By Samuel Menashe

He knelt, and dipped his twin buckets.
The Water Carrier
By Chase Twichell

Have you been in our wild west country? then
The West Country
By Alice Cary

He comes and goes;
The Wife of Manibozho Sings
By Janet Loxley Lewis

Husband, today could you and I behold
The Wife Speaks
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

Heartworn happiness, fine line that winds
Thread
By Jonathan Galassi

How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
Thyrsis: A Monody, to Commemorate the Author's Friend, Arthur Hugh Clough
By Matthew Arnold

Had I a man’s fair form, then might my sighs
To -
By John Keats

Here for a few short years
To a Young Writer
By Yvor Winters

Helen, thy beauty is to me
To Helen
By Edgar Allan Poe

Had we but world enough and time,
To His Coy Mistress
By Andrew Marvell

Harry, whose tuneful and well-measured song
To Mr. H. Lawes, On His Airs
By John Milton

How can you lie so still? All day I watch
To The Dead in the Graveyard Underneath My Window
By Adelaide Crapsey

Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
To the Right Honorable William, Earl of Dartmouth
By Phillis Wheatley

How will it taste—the beer the gravedigger
To You
By Kevin A. González

Hunkered down, nerve-numb,
Trauma (Storm)
By Gregory Orr

He was a good boy
Uncle's First Rabbit
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

Half asleep in prayer I said the right thing
Unholy Sonnet 11
By Mark Jarman

How to name what is unnameable.
Unknown Presence
By Clarence Major

Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Upon a Child That Died
By Robert Herrick

Here lies Jonson with the rest
Upon Ben Jonson
By Robert Herrick

How untouchable the girls arm-locked strutting
Urban Renewal XVIII.
By Major Jackson

He is a tower unleaning. But how he’ll break
Vaunting Oak
By John Crowe Ransom

How long will our bewildered heirs
Venetian Candy
By John Updike

He danced with tall grass
We Never Know
By Yusef Komunyakaa

Henry pulled our heartwood along the rutted street
We were Two Rooms of One Timber, But I Left that Place Alone
By Camille T. Dungy

He went to the city and goosed all the girls
Well Said, Davy
By John Fuller

He will not light long enough
What’s Written on the Body
By Peter Pereira

he hooked to the body hard
x-pug
By Charles Bukowski

He lived—childhood summers
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His father carved umbrella handles, but when umbrella
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His mother stepped about her kitchen, complaining in a low
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